You are not defined by your age.
Nor the size of the clothes you wear.
You are not a weight.
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name.
Or the dimples in your cheeks.
You are all the books you read.
And the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice.
And all the smiles you try to hide.
You are the sweetness in your laughter.
And every year you have ever cried.
You are the songs you sing when you know you are alone.
You are the places you have been to.
And the ones you still call home.
You are the things you believe in.
And the ones you love.
You are the photos in your bedroom.
And the future you dream of.
You are made of so much beauty.
But it seems you have forgot.
When you decided you are defined by the things.
By all the things you are not.
You are a human worthy of love, care and happiness:)))
I hope you have a good whatever time of day it is for you.
